Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
No one deflowered like Manolito Chavez did.
Just thinking about MJ Cartwright had him hard. Oh, how she would fight him. She would not be like those women he had been gifted with of late. All of them had been so easily broken that they left him cold and bored. But MJ? According to his research, she had survived countless injuries and was even smart enough to get paid for it.
Oh, yeeeeeees.
Manolito’s breath caught as he started rubbing his dick.
She would be very, very strong. She would surely last him for weeks. Maybe if he was lucky, if he managed not to lose his temper or lose himself in lust and break her neck while he had his orgasm, maybe...she would even last for more than a year.
One could always hope—
His hand moved faster, and then his body stiffened as his seed burst out of his dick. His eyes closed, his mind fantasizing about having his hands wrapped around MJ’s neck and preventing her from breathing. She would not breathe until he did not finish coming.
Chapter One
DEEEEEEYM, MJ Cartwright thought as she huffed and puffed her way to her morning class, ponytail bouncing with each step. Why did she always end up living in far flung places? First, there was the club. Then now, the dorm. Maybe the head of Christopoulos University secretly held a grudge against her?
“Wait up,” a familiar voice called out to her from behind.
She stopped walking, not even needing to look around to know it was Yuri Athanas. A tall, dark-haired Greek hunk with startlingly blue eyes, he was the most quiet among the officers of the Afxisi, the university’s bike racing club. He had become her closest friend and recently, he had also become her unofficial babysitter for some reason, with Yuri taking the time to walk her to her classes every morning.
“Good morning, MJ.” A small yawn escaped Yuri after the words.
MJ shook her head in exasperation. “Yuri, go back to bed.”
He shook his head back. “I’m good. That person would kill me if I didn’t get you to school safely.”
She didn’t ask who that person was. She and the others had come to an agreement about that person’s name not being mentioned. It was the only way she could move on. Rolling her eyes, she told Yuri, “The worst that could happen to me is embarrassing myself when everyone learns I got cramps because of walking to class.”
Falling into step next to her, he replied pleasantly, “Even so. Just humor me and that person.”
MJ didn’t say anything after that.
Stealing a look at his companion, Yuri observed the dark bags circling MJ’s violet eyes. It had been over two weeks since she had been discharged from the hospital and had moved out of the club’s headquarters. Two weeks of MJ determinedly distancing herself from everything that had to do with Afxisi...and two weeks of Helios Andreadis struggling to give his ex-girlfriend the space she needed.
As they came nearer and nearer to her school building, they passed by more people, and all of them had curious looks on their faces. News about Helios and MJ’s breakup had broken out like wildfire, and Yuri knew that rumors about him going after MJ had also started to spread.
Was MJ aware of it? Yuri wondered. He stole another look at his companion. Dressed in her usual plaid shirt, tank top, jeans, and Chucks, she looked more like a tomboyish rookie about to try out for a spot in the varsity team rather than the girl who had captured the heart of one of the most sought-after bikers in the entire world.
MJ caught him looking, and blinking in confusion, she asked, “What?”
“Do you know that people have been talking about us?”
“Us?” she echoed blankly.
He said easily, “They think we’re dating.”
MJ tripped, and Yuri automatically reached out for her. Somewhere around them, a girl gasped out, “Oh my God.” This time, MJ heard it and now knowing what it meant, she blushed and quickly freed herself from Yuri’s hold.
Face burning as she looked up at Yuri, she said guiltily, “I didn’t know.”
“They also think you dumped that person for me, and people have been making jokes about it.” MJ didn’t say anything, but the way she paled told Yuki she was far from being unaffected. But when he started to speak again, MJ shook her head.
“Yuri...it’s really over.” She managed a smile. “I don’t know why you want me to believe that person cares about me the way...the way I thought he did, but he doesn’t. And I...I can’t afford to keep running after him.”
“You’re wrong about him, MJ. If you just gave him the chance—”
“I’ve moved on. That person’s part of the past.” MJ spoke in a robotic tone. It was all she could do to talk about that person without remembering. She had to do it this way because remembering hurt. Too much so.